In Alice Cafe—

A cup of strong aroma came up, Wu Bingkun nodded to express his gratitude, then picked up the coffee, stirred it gently with a spoon, and said to Amei with a smile: "The business in this cafe is pretty good."

"Yeah, that's OK."

Wu Bingkun smiled and took a sip of coffee, clattering: "Well, it smells so good."

Seeing Wu Bingkun enjoying her very much, Amei held her arms and stared at him: "You said you had something to do with me, just comment on whether my coffee is delicious, and are there many customers?"

"Of course not." Wu Bingkun put down his coffee and looked at Amei with a smile: "I know the relationship between you and Diao Jiahua. It is difficult to get out of the matter he has committed this time. Tell you that there are people in the police station, and someone like him will be sent back to Hong Kong at the least. Of course, this ending is not bad for him, but it is not certain for you... Zhongyou, although Diao Jiahua paid for you to open this cafe, it was run by you alone. Do you have the heart to hand it over to others?"

Wu Bingkun's words were both soft and hard, and it directly hit Amei's heart.

"I know all of what you said, but... he is my boy after all, so I want to help him." Amei took a deep breath and said.

"Actually, you can have other choices besides doing this." Wu Bingkun smiled, a hint of shrewdness appeared on his thin face, and then he opened the briefcase he placed on the ground and took out a document.

"Miss Amei, this is the cafe transfer contract I have drawn up. Let's take a look first. If you feel satisfied, our Caesar Dance Hall is willing to spend 30,000 yuan to buy your store - what do you think?" Wu Bingkun handed the contract to Amei with a smile.

Amei hugged her arms, and didn't even look at the contract, sneering: "I love to laugh. When this cafe was opened, it cost Ahua and me about 100,000 yuan. Now it's transferred 30,000 yuan. Are you wrong?"

Wu Bingkun picked up the coffee and took a sip, and said with a smile: "To be precise, this store was opened by Diao Jiahua alone. Miss Amei didn't seem to invest much money... Please forgive me for being so frank. The only thing you did right is to ask Diao Jiahua to write the legal representative of this store into your name. As long as you are willing to sign, you can transfer the store. Now, consider it, to save your boyfriend, and donate the store free of charge, and you can't get a penny; or transfer it to us 30,000 yuan, and leave here and go back to Hong Kong. After all, 30,000 yuan is a considerable amount of money to exchange for Hong Kong dollars."

Ami's face changed, her arms were loosened, and she looked down at the contract.

Wu Bingkun fanned the sensation next to him: "There is better than nothing! The opportunity is yours, you can choose it yourself!"

After hearing this, Amei gritted her teeth and finally picked up the contract.

Wu Bingkun smiled and handed over a pen.

Ami hesitated for a moment, finally picked up the pen and signed the contract.

...

In a moment,

After completing the procedures—

Wu Bingkun took the contract and looked carefully, nodded happily, then took out 30,000 yuan from the briefcase and placed it on the table. He smiled and said to Amei: "Miss Amei, you are indeed a smart person - this money is yours!"

Amei reached out to grab the money, but she didn't know what it felt like.

Just as Wu Bingkun was about to leave, Amei suddenly stared at him and said, "I have a question to ask you-"

Wu Bingkun put the file into the bag and looked up at her, "What's the problem?"

"Diao Jiahua was just captured and you came here. Isn't that a coincidence?"

Wu Bingkun took the prepared contract and a wry smile appeared on his thin face, "I was sent by someone too."

"Search? Who can send you?"

"I also want to know why I was sent by him." Wu Bingkun thought of Song Zhichao's tender face at most 18 years old. Even he himself didn't understand why he listened to this young man so much.

Ami stopped asking because she already knew the answer.

After Wu Bingkun left with the contract, Amei looked at the 30,000 yuan, took out the "life-help" note that Diao Jiahua gave him from her pocket. After thinking about it, she finally kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can under her feet.

At this moment, the song "A Game, One Dream" by Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Wang Jie is playing in the cafe-

"Don't talk about separation

I won't cry because of this

It was just a dream last night

Don't say whether you want to or not

I won't care because of this

That was just a game last night…”

...

Caesars Dance Hall, in the General Manager's Office—

Song Zhichao took off his suit, wore only his shirt, spread his arms, and stood leisurely; below, a 17 or 18-year-old girl with slightly dark skin bent her knees on one leg, and was holding a tape measure to measure his waist circumference seriously.

That's right, as the new general manager, Song Zhichao called a master who specially customized suits to make a suitable suit for himself.

Originally, Song Zhichao didn't want to be so troublesome, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when wearing that red "second-hand" suit all day long.

In his previous life, Song Zhichao's private wardrobe had enough clothes to hold a massive brand-name clothing exhibition, but in this life he could only wear cheap second-hand goods, which made him somewhat unbalanced.

The dark-skinned girl is the apprentice of the suit master. Her name is very nice and is called "Baoxia". Song Zhichao didn't ask what her surname was, because this girl was a mute, but this mute girl was different from others. Although she was mute, she was not deaf and could understand what others said, but she just couldn't speak.

The mute girl is actually quite beautiful. Although her skin is a little dark, her eyes are very big. She is especially serious about working. It can be seen from her holding a tape ruler to help Song Zhi exceed his size.

The mute girl Baoxia's master surnamed Luo, and opened a private customized suit shop in Panyu County, called "Luyu Suit Store".

Master Luo's ancestors also made suits, and his father's surname was of course Luo, and his nickname was "Luo Sanpao". Because this person liked three things in his life, "smoking cannon", "car cannon", and "water cannon".

Luo Sanpao has good suit skills. Before Liberation, he opened a shop in SH and made clothes for the three tycoons of that era. Du also praised Luo Sanpao's tycoons as "smart work."

Unfortunately, Luo Sanpao did not pass all his skills to his son, but died because of excessive smoking cannon. As his boy, Master Luo was reluctant to abandon his family business, so he wandered from SH to Guangdong. After going through hardships, he finally gained a foothold and opened such a suit shop.

Originally, the business of this suit store was very good, and many people would break the threshold to customize clothes during festivals. However, with the reform and opening up in the 1980s, many domestic and overseas department stores rose like mushrooms after a rain. In addition, various brands of suits flocked in, which directly snatched away half of Master Luo's business.

Nowadays, fewer people are custom-made suits, and breaking through the threshold has become a waste of time. In order to make a living and revitalize the business, the "Laurel Suit Store" has to take the initiative to run errands outside to take on some private work.
Chapter completed!